Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Meet Fozzy (waka, waka, waka)!
I am now the proud owner of an elderly poodle named Fozzy.
The boys have been begging for a dog for more than five years and I promised when the youngest started kindergarten we'd get one. But Kindergarten came and went, and so did 1st and 2nd grades. And the boys have reminded me in increasingly less subtle ways that I'm waaaay overdue on my promise.
So I scoured Petfinder, Craigslist, and the local newspaper for a month looking for just the right animal to fit our family's lifestyle (that's code for house-broken and hypoallergenic). Since three out of five of us have pet allergies, each candidate needed to pass the sniff test. Not unlike checking the armpits of the tween-sized shirts I find lying on the floor, the sniff test involved burying my nose in the dog's fur to see if my eyes swell up like golf balls.
I met a cockapoo. Fail.
I met a shih-tzu. Double fail.
Then last week, the local animal shelter listed this little guy online and I ran down Saturday to check him out.
He's 9 years old but I'm pretty lucky I found him. Purebreds are rare at the animal shelter, and this one has such a great personality. I rubbed my face in his neck for an hour without so much as a sniffle.
So the boys have a dog and Fozzy has a home just in time for Christmas. And judging from the holiday outfits I'm collecting for this animal, I see lots of frou-frou poodle photos in your future.
You've been warned.